Sorry this is late, I have had a rather busy couple days. Anyway…

Chapter 14…

{Jace's POV}

Me and Alec were ok again.

But that would end the second he found out I was still withholding information from him.

Anyway, best enjoy it whilst it lasts.

I realized I hadn't spoken to Izzy since we had returned from the lake with Clary.

It had been a couple days now, surely I would have run into her somewhere?

So I went to her room and knocked on the door, no answer.

"Alright Iz I'm coming in, please be decent" I announced before opening her door.

When I closed the door behind me I noticed Isabelle was sitting on her window seat with her knees tucked up.

I walked over to her and touched her shoulder lightly and she jumped at my touch.

"Oh! Oh, Jace it's just you. I didn't hear you come in"

I frowned slightly, Izzy was the most alert shadowhunter I knew - and I had banged on her door AND called out.

There must be something up with her,

"Erm, Iz. What's up?"

She looked at me then and her eyes were filled with fear, I noticed she was shaking slightly.

"Izzy, what's wrong? You can tell me anything."

"Its… It's Clary." she finally admitted.

"Uh Okay, what about her?"

"Jace, when she was fighting Jon I watched her. Her eyes.. They… they…"

Isabelle, the girl who was never speechless, was struggling to get her words out.

"Jace, they changed. They were black. But not just black, it was like they were hollow - all I could see in them were rage and hurt and anger."

If any other person had said this to me, I would have laughed at them.

But I saw how shaken up she was, she was dead serious.

"Uh, Izzy are you sure. It was still dawn, it could have been the light?"

"No Jace you don't understand. I have only ever looked into eyes like that before. Remember the greater demon we fought, Azazel? It was the same"

I was tongue-tied, I didn't know what to say.

But then Izzy continued…

"But Jace that's not it. When I caught her around the arms with my whip, it,it. It burned her."

Isabelle spoke in a hoarse whisper, she was scared.

"Jace, she was screaming and I didn't know what to do. Electrum only burns demons."

My eyes went wide, if what Izzy was saying was true. Then something was definitely wrong, I had never heard of electrum burning a shadowhunter.

I hadn't noticed but Isabelle had begun crying silently. The same Isabelle who never showed a fraction of emotion.

I pulled her into a tight hug, soothing her.

"Hey, hey Iz. Look, we all know something is different about this girl, and we are going to find out. Just relax, I am sure when she goes on trial by the sword we will find out"

{Clary's POV}

I had been sitting in my cell for days now, left to myself.

Left to relive the memories of the meeting with my mother.

I was almost grateful when a large man walked in.

I could smell the wet-dog odor coming off him from across the room.

"Lycanthrope" I hissed in the man's direction, pushing myself away from him.

"Jocelyn said you were an observant one" he smirked as he sat down.

I stiffened slightly at the mention of my mother's name, but masked it by retorting with,

"A shadowhunter and a downworlder talking about me, I don't know whether to be flattered or disgusted"

He leaned forward resting his hands on his knees and looked at me intently, it made me feel rather uncomfortable.

Only one other person who had looked at me so fiercely was my father - it felt wrong for someone else to do the same.

He broke the unsettling silence with,

"You remind me of someone I once knew."

"Lucky me" I spat back.

"Your temper matches his as well"

I knew instantly who he was talking about, me father.

"And you are, werewolf?"

"Lucian Graymark, Luke"

Where did I recognise that name from?

I am sure I had heard it before.

His expression turned hard all of a sudden.

"You must be wondering why I was sent down here?"

I raised an eyebrow in question.

"Well the Imogen sent me down to see if I could try and talk some sense into you"

I chuckled out loud at the stupid attempt.

"You? They think a downworlder could get me to talk? The Clave is more ridiculous than ever."

"Clary. If you don't talk to me you will be getting yourself into more trouble than it's worth."

I smiled at him and spoke,

"Try me"

{Valentine's POV}

It had now been 3 days since anyone had last seen Clarissa at the manor.

Where would she have run off to?

My best trackers had been out on the streets looking for her and had found nothing, until today.

Pangborn walked into my office casually.

"What is it you want?" I demanded

"I have information Valentine, about the whereabouts of Clarissa."

"Well go on"

"We have received intel from Michael Wayland. Clarissa is being held at the New York institute"

I just stared back at Pangborn.

Before shoving all the contents off my desk onto the floor.

"You are telling me. THE CLAVE HAVE CLARISSA?" I bellowed at him.

If Pangborn held any fear he concealed it well.

"Yes my Lord." he replied flatly.

I was about to punch through the wall when I realised.

Isn't this what I had planned to happen?

Clarissa was in the Institute - so she would not be assumed as Clarisssa in the eyes of the Clave.

I would just need to get a message to her.

"Pangborn, you are to tell Wayland the following orders. Say they come directly from me"

I began, and then set my plan into motion.

{Clary's POV}

The werewolf had punched me in the face now more times than I could care to remember.

This is what you get for pissing people off Clary.

After i felt his fist dislodge my jaw slightly, I spoke

"That the best you got wolfy?"

Only to receive a sharp kick in the ribs.

"Look Clary. I don't enjoy hurting you. But they're watching" he sounded sincere as well.

He nodded to the security cameras - then I realised.

Speaking directly into the camera I spoke,

"Getting downworlders to do your dirty work Imogen? I had thought you were better than that!" I spat out some blood at the last part.

Then the door suddenly opened on cue - and a blonde man stepped in.

"Lucian that will be all" he ordered.

The werewolf looked at my bleeding face and stalked out.

The new man stayed in the room and then did something surprising.

He threw a small knife at the camera - causing it to shut down.

"Ok Clarissa we don't have much time. But your father has sent me to tell you this…"

So my father did care? What?

"When you go by trial under the mortal sword you are to say that you were one of Valentine's prisoners."

Ain't that the truth, I thought.

"Tell them that he is still alive and you were one of his puppets he used for dirty work. Tell them you had just managed to escape him recently"

So my father did still care for me? Why else would he have endangered one of his men by sending them to me.

I felt a small feeling of hope. Maybe I had heard wrong earlier and assumed too quickly.

I nodded at the man in my cell and gestured for him to leave, I had received my father's message and would carry out his plan.

Just the way it was supposed to be from the moment I first used a sword.

I know this chapter was a little boring - but I had to set everything up for the next one.

I will be releasing it tomorrow, review and tell me what you think.